Supernatural Management Division: A Marvel Avengers x Supernatural Crossover

Steve the Lurker: 2013

Clint and Steve looked through the window into the hospital room, they could see Natasha was moving but they didn't want to bombard her while she was still getting used to her surroundings.

Inside the room, Natasha was acting as she had after Castiel had saved her the first time, trying to figure out her surroundings before alerting anyone she was awake. She could hear the continuous beeping of heart rate monitors and other machines, so she knew she was in some sort of hospital room. Hoping that it was a room in the Helicarrier, she slowly opened her eyes.

Clint noticed first and nudged Steve's arm, they both watched closely to see what she did first. Uneventfully, she seemed to look round for a few seconds, analysing the room and its contents before closing her eyes again.

"Nuh-uh, I've been waiting for three days for her to wake up." He went over to the door and pushed it slowly, poking his head through the gap first to see if she responded. "Nat? It's me, Clint."

Her eyes remained closed but she raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I know what you sound like Barton, I don't have amnesia. Oh, and tell Steve to come in. He's such a lurker."

Clint laughed in relief, seeing that recent events hadn't had an effect on her sense of humour. Before he could even open his mouth, Natasha spoke up again.

"Rodgers get in here, I won't bite." She called out to him, her voice faltering slightly, obviously effected by the tube and the surgery. She opened her eyes and her composure seemed to leave as she coughed violently, struggling to stop.

"Can I get some water?" She croaked, watching Steve practically have to push Barton further into the room to get through the doorway. "It actually feels like someone's ripped my throat out."

"I can explain that one." Steve smiled, pouring a glass of water from the jug on the far table. He made his way to the chair next the bed and gave her the water. "They had to take your tonsils out so you could breathe."

"Oh wow." She sipped slowly before placing the glass on the nearest dresser. "Was it that necessary?" She directed this question toward Clint.

He raised his hands and shrugged. "Wasn't up to me Nat, I told them you don't like surgery but they said that they had to. Some small issue if they didn't operate... What was it? Oh yeah, death."

She raised her eyebrow in surprise. "I was really that close?" She smirked, sitting up in the bed more. "Rule of three I guess." She closed her eyes again, seeming to be able to relax the most this way.

"Three? If you've only come close to death three times in your entire life, I'll shoot myself in the foot." Clint laughed.

"God no you idiot, three times this year. Although I suppose one of those times I actually did die... Does that still count?" She opened one eye to look toward Clint for an answer.

"I think we can let it slide. I'd prefer if this didn't become a regular thing." He added more seriously.

"Aw, you get worried for me? Does the deadly 'Hawkeye' have emotions?" She toyed.

"No, uh... There was a big football game on TV this weekend. I could've been watching that, but as you can see..." He gestured to himself, "... I'm not."

"Oh, and I'm assuming that you've been filled in here." Natasha looked toward Steve who had been silently watching the banter, quite amused. "Otherwise this is about to get real awkward." She added.